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You and I...

There you go again when ya'
Rub up against my skin
I have to catch my breathe
I begin to sweat
Oh..

New York's not a place for losers, but he sat there anyway
Away from all the other boozers, thinking about a better day
Back when a drifter's life was something sweet
And he was living tales to tell
Back when he could still stand the heat
And it wasn't cold as hell
But a nice, cool bottle brought on a smile
And if the cards were warm he'd show off his style